Miles kept looking, even after he got his sandwich. “Did Alexis get one?” he asked, standing up and looking through another bag. “No, I didn’t get the girl anything.” Isaac's sarcasm was so thick you could practically taste it. He opened the bag still in his hand and pulled out a sandwich. His voice was back to normal when he spoke to me. “I got you your turkey on sourdough with veggies, Red.” “Thank you.” “Happy to.”
